The temperature in the Arctic is chillingly low.

The bone-chilling chill that fluttered in the air couldn't even support even the powerhouses of the Sanctuary Realm, let alone the soldiers with lower strength under Artoria.

In fact, after landing in this perennial winter snowfield for more than half a month, searching for more than half a month without results, and being harassed by those strange native monsters in the Arctic for more than half a month, many warriors are a little tired of homesickness.

But no one complained, and they still faithfully carried out their princess's orders, unconditionally obeying Artoria's demands. Even now, these soldiers who manage logistics still remember what the seriously injured princess said to them half a month ago when she was supported back to the camp by the old wizard Merlin.

"Britain has fallen into a desperate situation of life and death, my father has been controlled by the evil god, and the guardian of the gods has also become a puppet of the evil god. And our invincible army has fallen into the trap of the evil gods and has been killed by their vicious weapons. ”

"Soon, those evil gods will reach out their vicious minions to our people, and the tragedy that happened in Nanhai Town will spread all over the country, and all the people will become the evil playthings of the evil gods, and they will be miserable. ”

"I'm going to the snowfields of the north now, and I'm going to find a legendary artifact to save my people. Only by obtaining that divine sword can we cast out the evil gods and avenge those who have died in our countrymen...... But this is a very difficult and dangerous road, and our future will be faced with terrible Arctic creatures, endless monsters, and unknown terrifying creatures, and I do not force you to go with me. ”

"Whoever wishes to follow me assembles at the camp gate, and I do not blame anyone who does not wish to go on an adventure with me. It's good that you are free to disband, but remember not to go back to Britain, and don't become a puppet controlled by the evil gods. ”

said. The Princess, who was badly wounded but refused to fall down, or give herself a good rest, went into her tent to change her soaked armor and destroyed weapons and prepare to set off. When she walked out of the camp gate again, all the warriors of the entire camp had gathered in front of her, waiting for her orders.

No one wanted to flee, and just as Artoria desperately wanted to defend her country, these warriors responded to her protection with their loyalty. Even if they were heading for a hopeless future, even if they knew that there were countless terrifying beasts in the Wanli Academy in the north, they still didn't flinch.

They are the guards of the Princess, the loyal guards of Her Royal Highness the Princess, when they take the oath of enlistment. He had already vowed to dedicate his life to the beautiful and invincible princess.

But the Arctic is really scary.

There is a bone-chilling wind blowing here all year round, and the coldness in the air can even freeze the ninth-order powerhouses who have long been afraid of the cold. And the monsters hidden in that bad weather are even more terrifying than the monsters on the mainland.

Snowstorm bears that are tens of meters high, arctic foxes that are silent and will be attacked even by ninth-order powerhouses if they are not careful, terrifying spider-men hiding underground, and primitive and backward and savage snow trolls...... The endless dangers and enemies made the nervous feelings of these warriors who had survived a hundred battles collapse into a tight string.

As they survived in the Arctic longer, more and more of their companions died, and their search was fruitless, the string tightened. Artoria believed that if this hopeless search continued, it would not be more than a month. These once strong and resolute warriors will collapse completely.

"Still no results?"

Listening to the old wizard Merlin's advice, Artoria gritted her teeth and slammed her fist on the table, venting her sulk. Serve as the leader of the entire team. At the same time, shouldering the fate of the future of the entire Britain, Artoria was under more pressure, her heart was more tense, and her heart was more urgent.

In fact. After so many days of fruitless return, the spirit of this princess has almost reached the limit. This moment lasts, not even a week. This young girl, who has shouldered the future of the entire British, will completely collapse before all the warriors collapse.

And this qiē, the old wizard saw it in his eyes. Looking at the disciple's painfully frowning brow, Merlin sighed deeply, did not speak, and fell into an eerie silence in the tent for a while.

This eerie silence lasted for a long time, and it was not until the old wizard seemed to have finally figured out what to do, and seemed to have made a big choice, that the silence in the tent was broken.

"Artoria, my child, I ...... I thought I might be able to give you a little bit of a jian. ”

Looking at the disciple's expectant eyes that lit up instantly, Merlin's heart tingled. The girl in front of her is obviously only nineteen years old, and a noble girl of this age should be enjoying a beautiful youth, a young but warm love.

But for the sake of her country, she had to put on her armor early, not only to crusade against the terrible evil gods. After the defeat, he had to force his composure in the pain of 500,000 war deaths, and hesitated to carry the last hope of the whole country, to this dangerous cold snowfield, to explore the almost faint light of hope.

With such a life experience, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will collapse long ago. Compared to Artoria's persistence, what is the point of giving a little fame to yourself?

Merlin bent down deeply, and said in a complicated tone, "We can actually ask for help from those local troll tribes, the Wind Fantasy is the most powerful artifact in the undead realm, if it really falls on the North Pole, then it is impossible for no vision to happen." Just ask the trolls, they know something. ”

Artoria's eyes darkened, and she shook her head a little bitterly, saying, "Those trolls are savage and xenophobic, and they don't know the lingua franca at all. If they find out that we are desperately attacking, they will see us as demons who have desecrated their sacred land...... If we want this group of creatures to cooperate with us obediently, this difficulty is even more difficult than climbing to the sky. ”

Merlin sighed and said, "If it's a normal method, it's really useless to take these trolls. But I'm different, I'm ......"

He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke, "I once learned the magic of controlling the soul, as long as I control these trolls, they will definitely say it obediently." ”

Artoria was stunned, and she looked at her teacher in amazement, the guardian of the gods of the Empire, the kind and kind old wizard, who could not imagine that the other party was proficient in the evil dark magic......

Looking at the somewhat unspeakable old wizard, Artoria took a deep breath and said, "Teacher, don't worry, this matter will not be known to others. I swear to you in the honor of the princess of Dian that I will never fail your trust and will never tell you what happened today. ”

Merlin smiled a little bitterly, "I just hope that my dear disciple you won't alienate and hate me because of this......"

Subsequently, Artoria's order was quickly conveyed. Perhaps the newcomers will not be able to find an artifact in the snowfield, but it is still possible to find a few snowfield trolls, after all, during this period of exploration, they have already figured out the situation near the camp, and they know exactly where to find the trolls.

With Artoria's orders, a team of the most elite warriors quickly set out towards a troll tribe more than a hundred miles away, to secretly capture a few trolls for Artoria and return.

The other search teams were recalled by Artoria one after another, and all gathered in the camp to wait for Artoria's next order. Artoria believed that if she could pry open the mouths of the trolls, she would be able to get the message she wanted—even if she had to use the dark magic that people hated to do so, and she might suffer the infamy of the world!

That night, Artoria had a dream.

This girl, who has been haunted by anxiety and pain for months, had a beautiful dream for the first time. In her dreams, she commanded an invincible army, an army of the undead followed behind her, a massive frost dragon flying in the sky, bat-like gargoyles screaming in response to her call, and endless bone warriors wailing madly.

And in front of this invincible army of the undead, the terrifying evil gods were torn apart one after another, and Britan was finally recaptured by her from the hands of the evil gods, and she used her own strength to protect her people.

It was a wonderful scene, and the scene in the dream was intoxicatingly sweet. Dressed in a strange black armor, she stepped up to the throne hall step by step, receiving the cheers of the people and the praise of her father.

In her hands, the saber that once symbolized the glory of the princess was gone, replaced by a magnificently two-handed greatsword. Its entire body shone with dark runes, and a cold blue mist surrounded the blade, as cold as the snow of Northrend.

She held this powerful divine sword and felt the power that she could grasp. Lancelot and the other knights loyally knelt behind her, with reverent expressions, and although their hair seemed to be a little gray, and their faces seemed to be a little pale, and they looked bloodless, but it didn't matter.

It doesn't matter anymore.

She has defended her country, she has protected her people, she has slain the evil gods, and she has become the proud daughter of her father. For this, it doesn't matter how big the price is.

In order to save Brillian, she is willing to give her own qiē...... Even if this includes her life. (To be continued......)